The Mother of Exiles

has had to change her tune

Give me your best, your rich, white, English-speaking. well-regulated Christians yearning to breathe free, the ones who will work for us and then go home.

Make sure you leave your wretched refuse on their shithole shores.

Send these, the autocrats and oligarchs who love money, fossil fuels and war.

My lamp is dimmed but for you we can crack open the golden door.